She is the Newest Member of Miami Sound Machine

Yesterday Zoe and I had to run to the grocery store to get some cake mix and frosting.  Today was a playdate with friends at a splash pad and it was her turn for treats.  She picked rainbow chip cupcakes with pink frosting and polka dot sprinkles.  That way they could have sprinkles both inside and on top of the cupcake!  Unfortunately she ended up falling asleep before we could frost the cupcakes.  I may have told her of a Frosting Fairy that comes to visit when a mommy and daughter can't get to frost their cupcakes before bedtime. 

Don't judge me.  She had gotten up at 5:50 yesterday morning, which is 3 hours earlier than normal.  Around 7:45 last night we were nearing an epic meltdown that this mommy just couldn't deal with.  The Frosting Fairy saved the day.  Even though it's absolutely ridiculous, Zoe's only question was, "is she pink because I want pink frosting?"

I think it's safe to say she wanted to be saved by the Frosting Fairy as much as I did.

Anyway, back to the story.  As we were picking up some baggies, she yelled at me to stop and look at her.  When I did, she said, "I've been working on some new dance moves.  Watch my new moves mommy!"

It was at that moment she busted out her new move.  It included some arm movements above her head and a little shake of her booty.  Right there in aisle 9, between the ketchup and the baggies a new move was born.  She'd been working on it all day!

Apparently Gloria Estefan was right.  The rhythm is gonna get you.

A Girl's Gotta Do What a Girl's Gotta Do

Summer is finally here.  After spending most of June in downpours and moisture, the sun is finally out.  Not just out, but hot.  It's glorious. 

N fired up the grill, I cleaned off the patio furniture and we spent most of Saturday outside staying cool in the shade or in the water. 

Zoe likes to be active and the sun makes being active hard.  Unless you have water.  Then you do this:

It seems to help.  N and I were a little surprised to see her do this.  She's the same girl who doesn't like to sit in her pool unless she has her stool to sit upon.  She likes to run around the sprinkler but not through it.

That was until it was 85 degrees and H.O.T.

Never fear, while she may be a new girl with the sprinkler, she's still the same ole Zoe we know and love.

Wet bangs and all.

A.K.A.

On Friday, when I got home from work, we decided to run some errands to avoid having to go anywhere on Saturday.  We had to make two stops to pick up some essentials for N and his dam job.  One of those stops was at Costco.

Zoe likes to run free at Costco.  I'm not sure what the draw is except that there is always something on her level plus they have free food.  It's like a win-win for her.  While N was looking at some clothing, Zoe and I wondered and found a stack of Hanes underwear. 

I've never really looked too closely at men's packaged underwear.  N usually picks out his own and I really have no need to canvas that section of any store.

There was a package of white boxer-briefs with a picture of a guy wearing them.  It was right at Zoe's eye level.  She looks at me and says, "oh look, diaper panties for a daddy!"

She was absolutely right.  They did look just like that.  Forever after they shall be known as that!

He's an ACE and So Is She

N returned home from his first week working on a dam.  He got home tired, hungry and beyond excited about his new career.

I made him put on the coveted, white, hard hat that I've heard so much about a pose for me.

The half smile doesn't fully show how thrilled he actually is.

A certain someone also wanted to try on the hat.

She's ready for her dam tour daddy!  She's also more than ready to have him home for her nightly story reading.  Mommy just can't get it right.

This is How We Roll

The first thing you do after celebrating your birthday and opening presents, is breaking in the presents!  Grammy and Grandpa sent the girls Razor scooters that actually spark. 

Fortunately we live on a small hill and on a quiet street.  The girls scooted up the road, just to ride down and laying down the spark.

I'm not sure a scooter than has sparking and smoking coming out the back.  Usually when that happens it would mean something is VERY wrong. 

These seem to provide hours of entertainment, so I'm not going to complain until something very wrong does happen.

In other, non-fire potential news, a certain someone has learned to pedal!

She only likes flat surfaces at this point, but my back already thanks her!

Another Year, Another Spare

Every year on the Saturday before Father's Day we have a joint party for D & E.  This year they decided to go bowling.  We loaded up the presents, the cake and all our months of practicing on the Wii and headed to the alley. 

Once there, we were ready for some action with our fancy, bowling alley, worn by everyone shoes.  Can I just tell you, the Wii really ruins you.  Real bowling is WAY harder than the Wii.  I was no where near a perfect game.  I only got 2 strikes.

Zoe bowled like a pro, D & E each got a couple spares and a strike apiece and N even practiced his special, curve balls.

They girls opened presents, we ate cake and made a great memory together.  It's a great weekend when you get to celebrate N one night and then D & E the next day.  Not that we need it, but whatta great reminder of how blessed we are.

He's Less of a Man Now

This weekend we celebrated Father's Day on Friday.  Zoe got to spend the entire day with her daddy.  They played some Wii Mario Kart, watched some Caillou and spent some time cuddling. 

When I got home they were showing me their silly hair:

I've got to say, I think it's the start of a new hair band.  N likes to play bass and Zoe LOVES to sing.  I think we could start something like the Partridge Family meets Guns 'N' Roses. 

Daddy left to get D & E so the whole Father's Day celebration could begin.  Zoe kept staring at him because of this:

It was like the man I married walked through the door.  Unfortunately my hopes and dreams of a family band were thrown away.  N made some excuse about the heat of the summer or some such nonsense. 

Even though the band thing is ruined, he can still make my heart flutter.

Thanks for the great Father's Day N.  You are worth celebrating any day of the year.  Rock band hair or not.